(To the soldiers) Take care of the little bones, hate to see you choke.

(To Eragon) Let's see these skills of yours.

Magic comes from dragons; it flows through the Riders who command them.

Our beautiful lands have been ravaged by a ruthless king, and our people live under the shadow of tyranny. [...] But it wasn't always like this, was it? There was a time when the world lived in peace, protected by warriors astride mighty dragons. They are nothing but stories now - all we have is hope that a dragon will be born again, and one will rise to lead us to freedom.

There was a time when our land flourished without fear and cruelty. A time of dragons and dragon riders. Dragons gave their riders magical powers. No one could defeat them! Until one of their own, a Rider named Galbatorix opposed them, and cut down any Rider who opposed him-

One false move, one reckless decision, and everything is lost.

The time of dragons and Dragon Riders will come again.

(Upon seeing Eragon's gedwey ignasia) You!

The king won't rest until your dragon is killed.

My story was about you, Eragon. [...] The Varden need a Rider if they are to defeat Durza and the King.